"He might get lost," said Mrs. Bobbsey.

That was enough for Freddie. He did not want the new pet to get
lost, so he did not make a fuss when Sam came hurrying up to lock
Snap in the stable. Poor Snap howled, for he wanted very much to
go with the children.

The fire was, as I have said, a small one, in part of the planing
mill. But the engines puffed away, and spurted water, and this
pleased Freddie. Flossie stayed close to her mother, and Mrs.
Bobbsey, once she found out that the main lumber yard was not in
danger, was ready to come back home. But Freddie wanted to stay
until the fire was wholly out.

Mr. Bobbsey came from his office to give some directions to the
firemen, and saw his wife and the two twins. Then he took charge
of them, and led them as close to the blaze as was safe.

"It will soon be out," he said. "It was only some sawdust that got
on fire."

"I wish I could squirt some water!" sighed Freddie.

"What's that? Do you want to be a fireman?" asked one of the men
in a rubber coat and a big helmet. He smiled at Mr. Bobbsey, whom
he knew quite well.

"Yes, I do," said Freddie.

"Then come with me, and I'll let you help hold the hose," said the